The Bracelet | 
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| The piece of metal around my wrist,
bears the name of a young man.
I chose his name from a gathered list,
of the souls forgotten in Nam.
I know his name and where he's from,
I even know his age.
I think of the day that he will come,
and emerge from his darkened cage.
In the book he is a MIA,
but in my mind he is alive.
I pray to god I'll see the day,
I can see him eye to eye.
But till then this metal band,
shall remain around my wrist.
Every time I see my hand,
I see a boy that is missed.
I may never know if he is alive and well,
or buried in Vietnam.
Either way he is still in hell,
along with his dad and mom. | By Lisa Zdankieiwicz
Copyright 2005
Listed June 6, 2005 |
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